Dinosaur Boy Quotes

“oversized”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“But”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“a nearby chair and tossed it. I braced”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“three red and three yellow. On the scorecard Sylvie had stolen, those were Allan’s and Cici’s colors.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“hundred and thirty-eight scientists who ingested the ice cream was changed forever.” I risked a quick, stiff-necked glance around the room. My classmates were riveted, even though I knew they had all heard the story of Amalgam Labs before. We all had. Even the kids whose grandfathers hadn’t worked there. “So what happened to the scientists who ate the ice cream?” Dr. Dana continued. “Well, nothing at first!” The screen image now showed two men, standing side by side. They were both wearing lab coats.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“Chill, Parker.” Emma scolded him from behind me. “It’s not like he hurt anyone.” She gave me a tiny smile as she jumped out of her seat, and I watched enviously as she zigzagged easily through the desks, picking up her stuff as she went. “I’m really sorry,” I muttered to them both. Just get in your seat! I ordered myself. This will all be over once you get your butt in your chair!”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“I looked up, and at first I had a hard time finding our teacher. That was because she was sitting on the floor at the front of the room beside a large TV, angrily punching buttons on an old-looking DVD player. She held up one long, bony finger and pointed to an empty seat in the front row.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“0.008”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“1996.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“and me and ran upstairs, a yellow tennis ball clenched securely in her jaws and an unmistakable gleam of triumph in her large brown eyes. I sighed. From the beginning, the only flaw in the tennis ball plan had been Fanny’s rabid love for them. And ever since we had returned home from the lake, she had been growing increasingly bold in her attempts to steal them off my spikes. I heard my mom sigh too. “Sorry,” I said guiltily. Mom looked down at the torn-up carpet and bit her lip.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“Dear Grandpa, This is Sawyer, your grandson. I don’t know if Mom told you, but I’m part dinosaur now. And I need to know how not to be. Please help me. I don’t mean any offense. I know you’re part stegosaurus too. But you didn’t become part dinosaur until you were an adult. It’s much harder to do it when you’re a kid. School is hard enough.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“SBronson@jackjames.com”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“was holding a large, insulated lunch sack.”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy

“Butt Brain”
― Cory Putman Oakes, Dinosaur Boy